Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.